Encounter Of Eyes Poem by Alex P..

Encounter Of Eyes



You watch an old man, bent
Grey face, white hair
A black look from dead eyes
- Life gets into them
How dare you see to these eyes? !
‘cause the eyes are a soul’s doors.

You see the fire in these eyes,
You’ve kindled it
Memories racing through your mind:
The smell of fuel,
Wooden furniture,
A sleeping woman,
Children’s cries, you.

You see blazing flames,
Bursting windows
You’re outside, watching
Silence recovering the area.
No more cries, instead
Ashes, a heap of ruins,
A lonely man, unspeakably sad.
It was his family. Arson.

He collapsed, had no more energy
You remember it as if it was yesterday
He had no vigour, he was dead
- A living corpse.
You left, couldn’t bear it
Now you must face him, alive again.
He’s recognized you.

Eyes, like daggers fixed on you –
Passion flares up – can you stand it?
Horror! Your eyes cast down
You hate yourself.
You can’t stand it.

The old man turns around,
Walks away, no word’s spoken.
His eyes are dead again
And so are you.
You walk the other direction,
An explosion
You see red - then black.

Just a fatal accident,
One miserable victim…
Dead man’s curse.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Raveendran . 29 September 2007

The evil that men do in their past lives come forth as incurable illnesses

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Alex P. 16 September 2007

The explosion/fire isn't to be seen as a real one, but it's a metaphore. I think that there's a certain power in the way you look at someone. And the person couldn't stand the old man's look, the past had caught him at last. The way he ('finally') dies is not that important. It was the power of the memories, the power of a twisted kind of remorse that finally caused the end - they drove him into (self-) destruction. It was the curse of his past.

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Li Away 16 September 2007

what curse flared up this fire? good work

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